Good deals take times and, man, is it hot out
So, Kyle Lowry.
Knew they’ve had interest for quite a while, know he’ll be a huge hit with Dwane Casey and I think some of you might need to give Bryan a bit of a break today.
He got a guy who can help, cost him basically nothing and he kept the pick in the last draft.
Not bad, eh?
But the most important thing, I think, was moving quickly. There was a whole lot of angst in the world yesterday morning – some of it quite over the top – and I can promise you that he heard it and knew what was going on around the league where it concerned the Raptors.
So he did what any good GM would do, he identified a possibility that had existed for some time, worked it hard and got it done.
This is the kind of trade that appears to have come together quickly, like in a day, but that’s not the case. All those times we talk in February or training camp or early in season or at the end of the season about general managers having their requisite conversations and doing their due diligence are precisely for moments like yesterday.
The seeds of this deal were sewn a while ago, Toronto expressed an interest, wasn’t rebuffed and while nothing happened in March or around the draft, the groundwork was in place because some homework had been done.
For all those times when people wonder what GMs actually do, this is your answer. They do their work, chat, explore, propose, pull back, call again, chat some more and just because nothing goes on at the trade deadline doesn’t mean no work got done.
It’s how the business works and days like yesterday are the result. What looks “quick” is often the culmination of a lot of behind-the-scenes work.
I had at least a couple of people ask about the draft pick, at least one warning that even a protected first was significant because it could be “another piece.”
It won’t be the first overall pick ever, it might not be the second or even the third and consider this as one of the worst case scenarios.
Let’s say the Raptors miss the playoffs next year but are close and have, say, the 10th pick in the draft?
Do you think for a second the 10th pick in any draft is better than having Kyle Lowry under contract and with your team?
No, neither do I.
It’s a good trade at basically no cost.
Read somewhere it’s Rocky’s birthday (the boxer, not the guy with the flying squirrel as a friend) and I’m wondering where the film (and I hated all the sequels so we’ll only deal with the original) ranks in the sports-flick genre?
I’d say low, too trite, a bit cliché, no?
Oh yeah, Rocky himself is tiny and those steps at the Philly museum of art aren’t nearly as imposing as you’d think.
Some esoteric numbers stuff.
My rudimentary math was correct yesterday (I know! There’s a first time for everything) and, by including Gary Forbes in the Lowry deal, the Raptors do not have to use the amnesty clause on anyone to absorb both Lowry and Landry Fields.
Oh yeah, one other note:
About 10 seconds after the Lowry deal got out, I had e-mails or calls from about four guys wondering if the Raptors would have to use amnesty on Calderon to get the deal done because the teams they were connected with would surely be interested enough to put in a bid.
Isn’t going to happen, though; makes no sense at the moment.
I’d say 70-80 per cent of the mail I got was a variation of “what the hell is Bryan going to do now” or “what would it take to get Kyle Lowry” or “how the hell can you tell people to stay calm and see what happens, you nincompoop” so …
Yeah, we need some legit questions to get us through the weekend me through the day so click, write, send.
It’s not often you win a game on a walk-off passed ball but in wacky world of The Mighty Red Tigers, you take your dramatic 4-3 victories anyway you can get them.
Was good to be back in park, too; it’d been a week.
Hey, whichever deity running things up there, can we get a break from this heat, please.
Supposed to be mid-30s here today, will feel hotter (like mid-30s isn’t bad enough) and, frankly, I’m not built for the heat.
And I’m wondering what the five worst jobs would be in this weather?
I’ve got, in no particular order and I’m glad I don’t have to do any other them:
Yeah, those black shingles and heat beating down on you must be a dream gig.
There’s one across the street from our office and when I walk by on days like today and the back door’s open, it’s like a blast furnace.
Yeah, I’d LUV to be working on a driveway today.
Those ovens get a tad hot, don’t they?
And the absolute worst?
Not sure if they even have them around these parts any more and I’m not entirely sure this is the season but way back in my mis-spent youth, I worked in the heart of southwestern Ontario’s then-thriving tobacco industry and because I’m a dolt – or because I lost a bet, I’m not sure – volunteered to do it one day just to see what it was like.
Never. Again. Ever.
(This was after I figured out the difference between tobacco and corn and it took me a day or two; farming ain’t my gig).
A related heat note:
Super Son began summer school this week, trying to make thing easier on himself next semester and he’s supposed to go 8:30 a.m.-1:30 p.m.
First day, call comes about noon and he’s done and we’re wondering why? Did he get thrown out already? Did he learn everything in 2 1-2 hours?
Guess they don’t air condition schools because no one’s there in the summer and they shut things down early because it was too uncomfortable.
Probably no reason for him to go at all today, right?
Sorry for the digressions but we’ve been far, far too serious here of late.
But here’s a basketball question for your consideration:
In a world where Brandon Roy gets a $10 million deal in Minnesota and Jeremy Lin gets almost $30 million off 25 starts and 309-year-old Jason Kidd could get about $10 million, is the Landry Fields offer sheet totally out of whack?
Not a chance.
Speaking off Kidd ….
Ring, ring, ring
(That’s the sound of a telephone ringing)
“Jason? Jason Kidd? You there?”
“I am, just left the Mavs facility, going to go sign a new deal.”
“This is John Salmons. Don’t do it. You don’t have to.”
“Hmm. Okay. Gotta run, gotta find Glen Grunwald’s number.”